Hi guys,
I’m writing this before lunch today, as I’m not sure whether I’m going to do lunch today. Actually, I’m still recovering from dinner last night. As I’m in sort of a food hangover, I hope you’ll pardon me for this rambling. Given my present condition, I’d rather report on yesterday’s events than those of today.
Had a good outing yesterday with my wife Amanda and son John, visiting the Huntington Library
http://www.huntington.org the former home of railroad tycoon Henry Huntington. Good thing for Mandy to get out, as she’d had an ovary removed a week ago due to a dermoid which had engulfed it. I’ve even got crystal clear photos of the thing, prior- and post-removal. The photos of the dermoid are labeled, but I can’t make out the doctor’s scribbled captions of the other organs in the vicinity and can’t remember most of what the she’d said about them. I do recall that Mandy’s liver, as the doctor cheerfully reported, is “beautiful.” Sure looks like it in the pictures. I suggested that in the event some unfortunate circumstance relieves Mandy of the need for her liver, it should be donated to Iron Chef Morimoto to create a delightful pate in her memorial. I doubt my liver would make good pate.
Anyway, we started the day with a big breakfast at Polly’s
http://www.pollyspies.com which has been an Orange County staple for over 30 years. Looks like a retirement home, vaguely like the Golden Girl’s condo in style, but it has some good eats. I’d say we burned a lot of calories walking the grounds with its many themed gardens, as well as the art gallery, museum and library. Naturally, we needed a good dinner, and John was pushing to go to Chevy’s
http://www.chevys.com a small chain of Mexican restaurants out here with surprisingly good food.
When it comes to food, I have little self-control. Loads of chips and salsa, then a guacamole appetizer requiring still more chips, followed by a big, fat, sizzling order of carnitas fajitas. Now, 10-year-old John doesn’t order off the kiddie menu, and of course he couldn’t finish his steak fajitas. Naturally, I did, and I had plenty of time to think about that between 2 and 4am while I couldn’t sleep.
Which brings me to the present: still recovering from my culinary binge, approaching high noon and finding little appeal in lunch, and pondering my behavior. Will I pig out at Chevy’s again? Certainly. Will I regret it again? Undoubtedly. Who amongst you is prone to gorging your gut? What foods do you find it hard to stop chowing on until you’re in need of a wheelchair, if not a stretcher?
Tomorrow I’ll be in better shape, and then I’d like to discuss contest ideas. I’m thinking of stuff where folks who use our gear, BBE and/or G&L, do… something… for a chance to win stuff. Let’s pick that up tomorrow, but in the meantime, put your thinking caps on, if you haven’t eaten too much to fit into your thinking caps.
Dave